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A Score Of Broken Bones
A bucket bitter water,
A score of sweet flower.
A mountain top,
A grocery shop.
The odour of the scenting flower,
Overshadows the stains of the punctured petal.
To the ignorant, Martyr
To clairaudients, foolish foul.
If learning is a continuous process
then errors can surely be averted.
Now temerity hinders this success
Again, mistakes cannot be prevented.
I forbid a vindication,
I permit freelancing
I remain steadfast for correction
I must say ''now you have seen''